‘Though logic choppers rule the town, And
every man and maid and boy Has
marked a distant object down, An
aimless joy is a pure joy,’ Or
so did Tom O’Roughley say That
saw the surges running by, ‘And
wisdom is a butterfly And
not a gloomy bird of prey. ‘If
little planned is little sinned But
little need the grave distress. What’s
dying but a second wind? How
but in zigzag wantonness Could
trumpeter Michael be so brave?’ Or
something of that sort he said, ‘And
if my dearest friend were dead I’d dance a measure on his grave.’ |
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